New Ulm weekly review., 1887-03-30

been 'anxiously watching all that oc-
Cured, lifted thes poor girl in his arms
and carried her out of the sitting at
mosphere ofsthe saloon, followed by
q young medicaf student to whom he
had been talking
Finding their efforts to restore her
to oconsciousness unavailing, Mostyn
said huriedly to his companion:
Bring her down to- my carriage 1T
is waiting. My sister will do what we
can not" Then, once outside, he
called to the coahman: ITO the Ho-
tel Dieu, and drive quickly!"
The impatient horses, which had
been chatting restlessly for more than
an hour, dashedforward, and in a few
moments the carriage was lost sigh
of in!the deepening gloom.
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Again girl was leaning from a.
open easement. She wore q gowno
soft, gray material that fell in clingins
folds around her slight form; and her
hair, cut quite Short covered her
small head in silken cuEls. The scene
upon which she was gazing was peace
full enough. It was therose garden Of
an old English manorhouse, and q
child was playing among the flowers.
Hither, more than two years before,
Margaret Vaughn had been brought
after her lingering recovery from the
terrible attack of brainfever following
her first and last visit to the gaming
saloon at Foundriere; and here she
had remained ever since. as the friend
and companion of the widowed sister
to whom Capt. Mostyn had confded
her. A deep and strong attachments
had sprung up between Lady Chet.
wynd and herself, and at last Mar.
garet had found peace after the storm
and rest after the struggles Of. the /
past.
At first Capt. Mostyn had been fre
quentlY at the manor house, but then
quite suddenly, ard without assigning
any reason for his decision, he exchang
ed into regiment ordered on aetiv.
service, and had continued with it
during the whole campaign.
On this day he was rsturning to-, hF
sisters's house covered with glory.
And the child played on, and the
girl still leaned from the easement,
waiting. Little did she guess that the
soldier who was returning home had
left that home because he had learned
to love her too we'll; but in those
months of danger and separation she
felt dimly, and with a pang OF self re.
proach and shame, THAT a feeling had
crept into her own heart which made
her shrink and tremble at the coming
meeting q feeling she dared not, at.
tempt to analyze
Now her heart Was-beating wildly az
she tried vainly to. assume a calmness
she could not feel, q soft rose-tint
deepened on her cheeks, and the love,
light stole into her tender eyes.
Just then some one entered the rose
garden, and the child, his little hands
full OF flowers, looked round wonder.
ingly, and then ran. boldly up to. the
intruder.
'Are you my own papa come back
from over the sea27 he asked; and the
words reached Margaret, but shecould
not see to whom they were addressed
The answer, however, filled her sou. .
with dismay, for the intruder, catching
the child in his arms, was evidently
approaching, and a. mans voice said /.
mendaciously:
eyes, my darling, I am your, owr {
papa come back from over the seal"
and with a few whispered words they
passed along the lawn, close, to the
window where Margaret was.
She dropped upon her knees, with
her face hidden IN her hands, and they
could see nothing but the wide oper
easement, with the leafy screen of ivy
and clematis. She. knew they were
coming in, and yet she had hardly the
power to move. She could not stand
when she had risen from her knees,
trembling in every limb.
The child's footsteps halted a., mo. .
ment by the door, and then passed /
away quickly, but a strong hand. j.
grasped the handle, and she heard as :
In dream q frank, imperious voice
uttering her name.
Margaret, have pledged myself ilt
the rose garden to something perilous.,
ly sweet; could not help it--thes
temptation was too great. ana. an
lmpostor and a rogue. Will you
shelter and save nle?"
"How can l save you?'' faltereds
Margaret, pale and trembling.
"By helping me to redeem the pledges
my darling, replied the audacious in,
truder, "for Icannot face Harry withs
out my wife!"
"Your wife!" Margaret echoed; stung
into indignant protest. Glow long
have you found that you needed one.
Col. Mostyn?"
"Since the day L carried you, out al
the saloon at Foudriere,'' answered
the unabashed speaker. "Mydarlingn
he added tenderly, don't you know
that have loved you ever since !; ;hale
you in my arms that day?,'
Little Harry's question, was not
groundless one. after all; afather; ten
der and faithful, did come over theses
| for him on that memorable evening
| when he played in the garden an Chet
wynd Royal.
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